Farewell to NY's fab four

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So this is it then. It's time to get out the Gucci tissues, top
up the cosmopolitans, take a nibble at the spinach stud salad and
prepare to join Manhattan's four fabulous friends for one final,
gossip-packed thirtysomethings' fling on the town. Tonight, five
years, six series and 97 episodes on, television's much-loved,
much-debated, fashion-setting Sex and the City (9.30pm,
Nine) will bow out with its wrap-up episode, An American Girl
In Paris: Part Deux.

You really want to know what happens? OK, I will tell you.
First, let's fade to Fifth Avenue. There, a flurry of Fox TV News
cameras "We report, Rupert decides!" is standing by as Carrie
Bradshaw, under court order, returns 2300 pairs of shoplifted
Manolo Blahniks. There are tears.

The catalyst, it seems, is Miranda whom, you may remember from
that flashback, persuaded Big to forget his lost love and take her
with baby Brady to Las Vegas instead.

Samantha, sensing her time is near, confesses to the toy boy
that a Mexican nip'n'tuck turned her from Lord Lucan into the
insatiable Manhattan stylist, PR and sexual lexicologist she is
today, though, despite everything, she still wants to be remembered
as a nice person.

Finally, this, in turn, sets Charlotte thinking about her
future. She has already volunteered Harry for stem-cell experiments
at the Albert Schweitzer Clinic in Rwanda. Ally McBeal and a
dancing baby turn up in a surprise final scene in which she tries
to take breakfast at Tiffanys.

There have already been too many "spoilers" slipping through
since the show dropped from sight in the US. Still, it's been a
good run for Darren Star's four trend-testing New York singles,
seeing just how far they could go with language, sex and
television.

We've enjoyed more shoe shopping than you would find in a foot
fetishist's fantasy. We've had our eyes opened on the preferences
of an avaricious New York City single female. We've eavesdropped on
waspy conversations that otherwise would never have come this way.
Thanks to HBO and Darren Star, it's been six seasons of fun.

This week, as with so many end-of-series episodes, Sex and
the City does slip out of character. That happy-ever-after
routine is not the way it should be. Send Miranda to Vegas, I
say.